Shawchert had come back with nothing. He couldn’t find Orin or his girls, but he wasn’t going to give up hope yet, no, he still had a trail leading out, though it was well hidden... yet it was getting fainter. Why would someone do something like this? Why now when things were getting to be better? Shawchert grumbled and sighed as he moved to his usual spot on the porch. He had done a patrol run and was now looking for a little rest. He’d been up all night searching for signs that Orin was at least still alive. He pulled his flute up from its resting spot on his neck, and played. It was a sad tune, something he did not play often. He knew this was not going to make him forget his children or the stony face and glazed eyes of his son. who would do such a thing? The anger that filled up inside him made him mess up his song. A feat that did not happen often. Growling a little he tried again. It came out a little better but he was not feeling the song anymore.

Sighing Shawchert let go of the flute where it swung around on his neck. He sat back on his porch wordless. He was hurting so much on the inside that he didn’t know if he could live much longer. How could he when his son was dead and he was not there to protect him? He was the leader of the pack, and he had failed to do his duty. He was hating himself at that moment, knowing he had a reason why, but he tried to stay strong for the pack. He had others to protect. He would do what he could to keep his remaining pack members safe.

Shawchert sighed listening to the silence. but it wasn’t silent at all. In fact he was sure he wouldn’t have heard her speak if it had been louder. Her voice was so soft. Shaw turned to Addison. He had not seen her in so long. he could see that she was now slender. Had she had her pups already, and if so where were they? His heart plummeted hoping not to hear that the same thing happened to her as Sky. The pack has already lost enough puppies.

“I... I guess I just don’t have the heart to play right now.”

He said solumnly. He tried to smile but it faltered. He didn’t have the heart for it. After looking for any sign of Orin he had come home with not even a trace of her scent... or her babies. He wished he had more to go on... wished he’d insisted in staying the night no matter how much Sky disapproved, but how was he to know something like that would happen. He turned over to Addison, wanting to get his thoughts off that and he possibly would with her help, though good or bad news to help him he could only guess.

What are you up to, I hope life is treating you well... and about our first meeting. I really had no intentions of you working while you were pregnant. I hope you understand that.

He felt it was safe to say, he’d felt bad the whole time. Yes he didn’t ask that of Ouija, but at te time the pack was just being formed and they needed whoever they could get. Ouija was a good pick though, he liked the man for he was a good worker, although he was seclusive and quiet.